NCCnovel Chapter 121 You're selling it loose, how much is it per pound?
Chapter 121 You're selling it loose, how much is it per pound?
The black-robed elder behind Ji Yan looked past Xue Lan and landed on Gong Yuan.
Those were extremely cloudy eyes, with a dim light gleaming within them.
The old man's voice was hoarse and aged: "Third Prince, he was, after all, a human before. Blindly letting him into the rift might cause a disturbance among the low-level magical beasts."
Ji Gu beckoned, and Gong Yuan returned to his side.
"I will obey the High Priest." Ji Gu seemed to have great reverence for the old man.
Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but she dared not contact Gong Yuan now. The demonic soul avatar wandered among the group, finally looking at the giant wolf head supporting the spacetime rift behind them.
Several blood-red iron chains were attached to the wolf's head, passing through its nose, upper jaw, and two large, silvery-white ears.
The connection of blood made Xue Lan's expression stiffen. Although she now had white hair, her face still looked like that of a mortal.
The white-haired, blue-eyed girl flew to the wolf's head and looked at the clumsy array beneath it. The array was connected to the chains on the wolf's head, continuously draining the remaining spacetime power within.
The girl snorted coldly: "Draining the pond to catch all the fish."
The girl turned to look at the so-called Third Prince.
Others might not know, but Xue Lan, as one of the top demon lords in the Yuanming Realm in his previous life, naturally knew the extent of the claim that he was the son of a demon god.
Ordinary demons are twisted in nature, and demon gods are even more utterly devoid of conscience. Although they are still asleep, the moment they awaken, they are thinking about how to attack the Yuanming Realm; they have no time to cultivate offspring.
These so-called sons of the demon god are nothing more than avatars prepared by the demon god for himself, so that he can be resurrected when he is powerless to reverse the situation.
They were nothing but pawns. Xue Lan's icy blue eyes were filled with disdain as the girl watched the endless demon army walk into the spatial rift.
The demons are far too selfish, so selfish that even these high and mighty adults are unwilling to take the lead and go to the other side of the spacetime rift to take a look. They allow these low-level demonic beasts to flood into the spacetime rift like an endless flood.
As Xue Lan thought this, she suddenly found herself laughing at her own idea.
The areas to their left and right were not their territory, and they didn't care about the lives of these low-level magical beasts. The humans they slaughtered were none of their business.
What are their concerns?
The girl waited for less than fifteen minutes before finally seeing several Nascent Soul stage demons about to pass by. The Sun-Tracing Mirror appeared on Xue Lan's chest. A drop of crimson blood floated from the white-haired girl's chest.
With Daoist Ziyun and Daoist Shunhua guarding the Jiangyun Sect, letting a few Nascent Soul cultivators pass through is not a problem.
But... the girl looked at the old man in black robes behind Ji Yan.
This person can only be forced onto the main battlefield of Luoxia Mountain; he absolutely cannot be placed in the weakly defended rear.
The drop of blood slowly flew to the back of the Sun-Tracing Mirror. Like cracks on ice, dark patterns appeared on the back of the mirror, extending outwards.
It's as if bright red blood has seeped into the patterns, making it both beautiful and alluring.
"What are you doing right now?" Xue Tong's voice suddenly entered my mind.
Xue Lan responded calmly, "Take my head back."
It seemed as if Xue Tong only noticed the head next to Xue Lan at this moment.
Hey, you're still selling it loose, how much per pound?
The patterns behind the Sun-Tracing Mirror extended to the extreme, and Xue Lan's voice was tinged with a hint of manic laughter.
"I'm starting to sever the spacetime rift now; the demon horde over there is about to go berserk. Tell Yan Chengxue that if we can't stop most of the demons in this battle, and they break through the Thousand-Layer Golden Formation..."
"Both of us are ready to be slaughtered."
[Okay, okay. 】
Xue Tong's voice disappeared, and the rain poured down even harder.
The old man in black robes led the way ahead of the two sons of the demon god, Ji Yan and Ji Gu, which made Xue Lan feel somewhat regretful.
It seems we can't eliminate these two demon gods' pawns, and there's also Ember's side.
Hopefully she didn't arrive too quickly.
"Guided by the spirit, we trace back the time of the sun in silence."
"Sweep away the dust!"
"Seal the sky!"
Just as the old man in black robes was about to step into the spatial rift, an incomparable chill suddenly came from behind him, as if he had suddenly gone from the heat of summer to the dead of winter.
"Crack!"
A faint cracking sound came from the spacetime rift in front of him. The old man's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the two princes behind him and flew backward.
The next instant, the spacetime rift in front of them shattered and collapsed like a precarious ice sheet. The shattered fragments contained an undeniable power of spacetime, instantly cutting the surrounding demons into dust, which then scattered with the wind.
The old man in black glanced instinctively at the enormous wolf head, only to find that it had been airborne sometime earlier. Blood dripped from the decapitated blade.
It looked extremely creepy.
The demons did not have the habit of shouting battle cries. The old man in black robes gathered a ball of demonic energy in each hand, combining them into a pitch-black demonic ball and throwing it at the wolf head.
Xue Lan manipulated the wolf's head in the void, causing it to hide everywhere, a layer of cold sweat appearing on her forehead.
"Late stage of out-of-body experience!"
The Sun-Tracing Mirror spun in front of the girl's chest, and the blood-red patterns behind it gradually disappeared, while cracks appeared on the surface of the mirror.
Xue Lan knew that now was not the time to get entangled with this old man in black robes. Her purpose in coming here was twofold: first, to retrieve a part of her body, and second, to completely destroy this spacetime rift from the desolate region.
The real battle at Luoxia Mountain is only just beginning.
A thunderclap boomed, and in the valley in front of Crimson Cloud Valley, a large number of demonic beasts pushed and shoved each other forward, crashing into the large net that Xue Lan had set up in advance, like a pool of black sewage.
Several Nascent Soul stage demons looked at the large net before them. They chuckled maliciously, "Poor humans, thinking they can stop me with this clumsy defense..."
"Clang! Buzz!"
Before the demon could finish speaking, he was struck by a purple sword light.
Daoist Ziyun, dressed in a magnificent Daoist robe, slowly emerged from the darkness.
The female cultivator carried a jade-white wine jar in her hand, and as she walked forward, clear wine slowly dripped from her lips.
Her eyes looked somewhat unfocused, with a thin tinge of red at the corners, whether from the strong alcohol or the deep hatred in her eyes, it was hard to tell.
"Gentlemen... there's no need to go any further!"
"Today, I will use your lives to pay tribute to the fallen disciples of my Jiangyun Sect!"
The flying sword returned to the female cultivator's hand, and with a wave of her hand, she cleaved through the darkness in front of her.
Xue Lan wanted to leave the desolate region with her head, but the old man in black robes was really troublesome. Xue Lan was sure that he would be discovered as soon as she showed her face.
A mid-stage Golden Core cultivator facing a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would neither be able to die completely.
After thinking for a while, an idea came to the girl's mind.
Xue Tong stayed with Yan Chengxue in Jiangyun Valley, listening to the increasingly close roars of the demons.
Yan Chengxue has already gone to the center to preside over the grand formation.
Now, only Xue Tong, holding the Soul-Guiding Sword, remains on the edge.
The little girl suddenly heard Xue Lan's voice: "I have something to tell you!"
【explain! 】
"I want to lose an arm..."
"Xue..."
Before Xue Tong could reply, she heard a tearing sound that made her teeth ache.
Holding her left arm in her hand, Xue Lan tossed the blood-stained arm at the old man in black robes as if a young lady in the mortal world were throwing flowers at a handsome young man.
The old man in black robes sensed a strange fluctuation in the northwest direction. He immediately transformed into a dark shadow and teleported there. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a bloodstained severed arm from the void.
"not good……"
The old man turned around quickly, but it was too late. At the edge of the spacetime rift that had just disappeared, a small black dot appeared out of nowhere—that was a new passage.
At that moment, a faint shadow was flying rapidly toward the small dot, followed by the huge wolf head.
The old man in black robes sneered and struck out with a palm at the shadow.
In an instant, the weather changed dramatically, and the earth shook.
The black-robed elder's palm strike hit the shadow as if it had struck a piece of ice, creating an intricate mirror in mid-air. Cracks spread across it before it shattered completely in front of him.
Taking advantage of that fleeting moment, the shadow, carrying the wolf's head, vanished into the small black dot and disappeared without a trace.
Amidst the clash of divine light, he only saw a pair of icy blue eyes.